I travel in battles to earn my piece
the peace is only for the deceased
all the living have are cease fires
espionage, assasination plots, carried out on cheap tires
theres idle hands for hire
in a world where flash fires spark off spies who cross wires
and groups conspire to villanize those caught in the cross fire
explanations..
there never questionned
as long as their given
so they women can explain to they children
why planes is crashin into buildings
why mens who claim martyrdom are killin fathers who aint wit em
all this holy war, when all war is unholy
leave it to the tempted to not be able to control the
addictiveness of their vindictiveness
that visciousness that feeds the supremicist in us all
hammers built these walls, and these empires rise and defeat
attack of the carpenters
who run these streets
and people follow in crowds behind our clowds
but run like the moon when see the suns heat
what will become of these
indelible fantasies
eventually we'll all find our niche
but we're impatient
and by the time we do we're buried beneath our lies naked
mothers watch fathers grow out of their seeds
who stain the pavement with their blood and spread the disease
we're just tryin to be winners
us beginners in this world of sinners
hiding red eyes at family dinners
i got a fetish to soak ya
after i soak your girls chocha
my belt has served as a holster
carrying blades down the side of my leg
no ma, i aint happy to see ya
i'm here cause ur brother aint left us no choice
those who talk loud leave with no voice..
you get me?
you know your sweet ma, that's why i used to freak ya
you still tryin to be a teacha..
ma i dont need to confess to no preachas
get out the way, mami move back
would it help if i beat ya, you know i aint tryin to have to do that
tell god that i just reflect, the environment that feeds the
torn city children who need more then a god thats always MIA
im lost in the storm still tryin to find my way
today